I OWN NOTHING! I was walking home from a local coffee shop, in the snow, drinking a butterbeer, and thought, "This would be really cute as a Scorose story." So here it is as a scorose story, set in their 7th year. Reviews are butterbeer, which, if you haven't had the chance to try it, tastes like caramel, cinnamon, and childhood dreams come true.
Rose Weasley loved the wizarding world. She did. She really truly did. However, there were certain small things missing from it that drove her nuts. Like pens. and blue jeans. and takeout cups. Right now, she was grousing about that last one.
"You know they have Butterbeer at Hogwarts, right?" commented her boyfriend of two years, Scorpius Malfoy. "Yeah, but it never tastes quite the same as the stuff from the Three Broomsticks." She sighed. "And it would keep my hands warm on the way back to the castle." Scorpius looked pointedly at where their gloved hands were joined. "My other hand!" Rose protested, laughing and pulling it out of her pocket for a moment, flailing it around a bit, even as she squeezed his hand with the other. "Alright then. If you say so Rosie-Posie." he teased, laughing as she stuck her tongue out at the nickname.
After Rose went upstairs and to bed later that night, Scorpius stayed in the Ravenclaw common room for a while, thinking.